Bodhi's Sinful Mate, Book six
Iron Wolves MC series
KARSYN STYLES… aka Syn is tired of waiting on the man she knows is her mate to claim her. She’s going to take matters into her own hands, even if that means teaching the stubborn wolf she’s more than just the alpha’s baby sister.
BODHI… has fought the feelings he has for the little wolf who’s supposed to be like a sister to him. Only the feelings she’s stirred in his body and heart are far from brotherly. He’s done everything in his power to keep her at a distance, even going against everything he and his wolf want, but nothing can tame either man or beast except the one female meant to be theirs.
Just when he is ready to claim his mate, Bodhi’s world is rocked as his past comes back with a vengeance. He wasn’t born a wolf, but turned when his family was slaughtered. He’d thought he was all alone in the human world, grateful for his wolven family, until one fateful encounter.
Syn sees the man she loves pulling away. Her heart can’t take another rejection, or seeing him turn to another female for the comfort only she should be giving him. She’ll do anything to show him they’re meant to be together.
Neither realize the danger lurking in the shadows as Bodhi’s past is more sinister than either realize. Can the Iron Wolves survive what’s coming next, or will what destroyed Bodhi’s past come back to do the same to their future?
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Bodhi controlled the urge to lift up and power into her. He needed to make her come before he shoved his cock into the tightest, sweetest pussy on earth and beyond. When he’d said she smelled like sin and spice, he meant it. She tasted like the sweetest cinnamon and sugar mixture he’d ever had. He wanted to gorge himself on her flavor. Taking his time, he held her down while she bucked against him. Her cries were like music to his ears, a thunderous roar like a heavy metal band drumming in his head. His cock had been hard since he’d walked in her door. No, it had been hard for years, but now it throbbed like the primal beast he was.
He took his time, worshipping every inch of her, telling her how perfect she was without words, letting her feel how much she meant to him, only her for the rest of their lives. If he could, he’d stay right where he was, but his dick ached, demanding release. She was close to coming, and he wanted to feel that, needed to make her shatter. He wanted to watch her come apart for him. He hadn’t lied when he’d told her he wanted to memorize the exact moment for all eternity. Watching her dazed and sated face ranked right up there with the best of the best for him.
Her hands went to his hair, pulling, telling him without words what she needed. Bodhi licked faster, worked his fingers inside her quicker, drawing more of her flavor into himself. “That’s it. Trust me. Give it to me. Come, now.” He lashed at her clit, suckled it and then drew it into his mouth. When her inner muscles began to squeeze his fingers, he looked up and watched her come apart, felt the ripples and couldn’t wait to feel them working his cock. Fuck, she was beautiful when she came.
He rose above her, and her eyes were slumberous, but still needy.
His cock was hard, and thick, pulsing precome. He ran a hand up and down it, then settled between her spread thighs. “You ready, chérie?”
Tight. So damn tight and hot. He positioned the head of his dick at the entrance to heaven and waited.
“Yes, make me yours.”
“You’ve always been mine,” he growled. The broad head slid into her silken depths, her heat licked him.
“Mine,” her whispered word made him smile.
His breath left him on a hiss. “Fuck yes, yours.” Somehow his lungs remembered to work, and although he wanted, needed to plunge into her silken depths, he took it slow, driving in an inch at a time. Every slow measured thrust, he could feel the ache in his balls to come, boiling up. Shit, at this rate he’d come as soon as he was buried to the hilt.
With his eyes locked on her blue ones, he kept focused on her for any sign of pain. The walls of her pussy still contracted from her orgasm, rippling along his shaft, and every inch he gained felt like a tight fist squeezing him. As he finally pushed all the way in, he settled over her, his gaze clinging to hers. He loved the way she met him eye-to-eye. The way she looked at him as if he hung the moon. Goddess, he prayed he never fucked up.
“Damn, I swear, you are the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen in all my life. How did I get so lucky?” he breathed out reverently. Truth rang out. His fingers flexed on her hips from where he held her still for his deep penetration, not wanting her to move just yet out of fear he’d come before he was ready. “You’re so tight. Your body was made for me, and I for you. Do you feel that?” He pulled out and pressed back in. “One day, we will create children when you’re ready. Our loving will make a part of you and me.”
She cried out and thrashed beneath him, trying to get him to move. “You can’t say shit like that and not move. Need to come.”
Bending, he took her mouth in a demanding kiss, then moved to her shoulder, knowing he was going to claim her in the way of their wolves as well. The mating mark would be visible for all their kind to see, and he couldn’t wait. At the moment of her climax, he planned to claim her there. He licked the spot, bit down, but not hard enough to break the skin then eased back. Her blues eyes lit up.
His cock was buried deep, ready to explode. “Are you okay?” He’d seen the flash of pain in her face as he’d entered her.
The beautiful flush that covered her skin enchanted him. Hell, Bodhi couldn’t believe he was thinking such things, yet with his mate beneath him, the flowery words were perfect for how he was feeling. When she didn’t answer, he lifted his hands and grabbed both of hers, pulling them next to her head. “I asked you a question.” Steel entered his voice.
Syn swallowed. “It only hurt a few seconds.”
He opened his mind and entered only the front of hers to gauge her words. Seeing the honesty there, he nodded. In the position they were now in, he was in complete control, and he loved it. He gave her a grin. At a glance down, her hair had spilled across the silver sheets, its dark mass a stark contrast of silk on silk. He fucking loved her. Not like a brother, or a pack member. A mate’s love.
“I truly am okay, Bo. Please move.” Her words were accompanied by her squeezing the inner muscles of her pussy.
The delicious sensations had him pulling back and moving forward, the action nearly strangling his cock, building him up to the best orgasm of his life. He slammed deeper, harder than he’d planned, but she met him stroke for stroke. Their shifter strength allowed them to take each other harder, faster, and he pounded into her like he’d never allowed himself to do with another. Every stroke jolted the bed, made her breasts bounce, and he held her hands next to her head, his body in complete control of hers. She was completely held down by him. All his.
Completely lost to making love to his mate, he didn’t realize how close she was to shattering until her body clamped down on him, and then he had to exert his iron control to keep from following her. He didn’t want to come just yet. The need to push her over the precipice and watch her come apart rode him. “Come for me again,” he ordered. Two more times he instructed her, holding her down, commanding her to come, before he allowed himself the pleasure of coming. When he did, his wolf came to the surface, and his canines lengthened. The area he’d chosen beckoned. Streaks of fire raced from his spine to his balls, and as he allowed himself to come, the arcs of pleasure raced through his system, he struck.
Syn’s eyes widened, her pleas grew louder and her breath hitched as he claimed her. Another orgasm rolled over her. The spasming of her pussy forced another from him, making his head light, his abs quiver, and if he’d been standing, he was sure his legs would’ve gone out. Giving his life new meaning. They became one. He released her neck with a gentle lick, and turned his throat, giving her access. He jerked as she bit down on him in a daintier way, yet every bit as possessive of a claiming.